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Marvel : Can I be the next iron man

Author: marvelkii
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A story about a mere office worker and his dream of becoming a legendary superhero ironman, but life doesn't give him that easily. He went through a lot to bring the dream to reality, and his encounter with the war machine brought his dream really close to the top. It was a horrible encounter which turned out to be a life changer. He later got a contract with the shield agency where he was put to test If he was worthy of it. And though it was going well for him until things started to go wrong with him and spiderman who's incharge of stark tech's came into play.

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